"Mm," Yan Qingruo nodded lightly, having always been treated so kindly by Chen Qianmo from the moment she knew him. He was willing to give anything for her.
Those childhood feelings didn't matter anymore, did they?
Chen Qianmo took out his wallet, removed the photograph, and said, "Throw it away, it's been so long ago. Keeping it serves no purpose now."
Just a moment ago, he truly couldn't resist reminiscing about their younger days, but now he felt that nothing could be more important than the person before his eyes.
As he was about to throw it away, Yan Qingruo seized his large hand, smiling as she said, "Keeping it won't harm anyone; I won't be jealous of a photo."
"After all, since I've completely let go, what difference does it make to throw it away or keep it?" Chen Qianmo said.
"How about... you tell me her story? Maybe you'll feel better after you've spoken about it," Yan Qingruo suggested, not wanting him to hold onto any regrets or throw away the photograph.